Chapter 210

The people who were watching not far away looked at this scene, and couldn't help but be stunned, some people were worried, and some people were lucky, the latter's thoughts were probably that there was Mo Ning Daojun who bore the brunt, and maybe I could pick up a life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lingjun knew that the big thing was not good, and subconsciously shouted: "Senior sister! ”

After shouting, he showed a look of remorse, turned his eyes to look at everyone, and saw that most of them had their own concerns, and they didn't care about his words, so he gradually put his mind at ease.

Qin Yue was originally not far from Fuyi, so he was forced to move over, and it didn't take long to arrive in front of Fuyi.

At this moment, her expression was very complicated, and she tried her best to be calm and calm, with both unwillingness, regret, and a little thought.

Fu Yi withdrew his hand, and Qin Yue regained control of his body in that instant. She took the glimpse out of the piano on the spot, avoided the broken string, and quickly plucked the tune of the sonic attack.

The scroll was in touch with her, and spontaneously flew away from under her feet and flew towards Fuyi. But Qin Yue suddenly lost the flying path weapon, and her body inevitably fell uncontrollably, and when Ling Jun saw this, he hurriedly threw a loquat leaf at her. That leaf was a flying magic weapon, and it quickly moved to Qin Yue's feet and caught her steadily.

At the same time, the scroll slowly spread out, and dozens of chilling awls flew out of the scroll at the same time—it was actually the next ice pick from the hand of the ice red scale when he was in Yuhai before.

At the beginning, the scroll devoured all those icicles, and at this critical moment, they spit out one by one to attack Fuyi.

It's a pity that Fu Yi is a sea clan, he is very familiar with this kind of trick, and he also has the cultivation of the Immortal Crossing Period, even if these ice picks fly towards him in one go, they can't cause him any fatal damage.

However, the Glimpse Qin in Qin Yue's hand really made him dissatisfied. Compared with the flute recital, Qin Yue's piano skills seemed to be more proficient, and Fu Yi felt that the spiritual power around him became disordered with the sound of the piano.

Lingjun took advantage of the situation and took out a dozen sound snails, interfering with Fu Yi's sanity.

Qin Yue noticed his actions and said in his heart, "Lingjun should have come prepared, right?" I have also read a number of rare books, and I have never seen Mo Jiao's fear of sound attacks, since Ling Jun can say it with such certainty, and he has brought so many sound snails, he must have been planning for a long time. ”

The scroll flew back slowly, and the scroll hung low, like a discouraged man.

Qin Yue couldn't help but smile, jumped forward, and stood on the picture scroll again. The loquat leaves on the soles of his feet flew to the side of the original owner, Lingjun.

Fu Yi finally couldn't bear the disturbance of the sound attack, raised his hand and played a magic decision, and two streamers flew in the direction of Ling Jun and Qin Yue respectively. Lingjun has rich experience in fighting, does not panic, and avoids this trick as soon as he avoids the danger of his body; Qin Yue was still holding a piano in his arms, and he couldn't dodge it for a while, and in a hurry, he even took the piano and spun it around a few times, and the ink was carried out, and the figure was so fast that people couldn't see it clearly.

The extremely fast rotation drove the rich aura around her, and those aura gradually condensed into substance, forming a circle of aura. The streamer from Fui flew closer, touched the circle of light, and the direction of the direction of the direction was sideways, flying towards the reef on the distant sea.

Qin Yue's hand unconsciously pressed the Glimpse Qin. She knew that the attack on the sound of the piano did have an impact on Fuyi, but she also understood that the Glimpse Piano was still missing a string, and at this moment, she could only stop Fuyi for a while......

But now that the situation is critical, where can I find a string? Qin Yue's heart was restless, his ten fingers flew, and the music became more and more urgent. Suddenly, Qin Yue's heart was blessed: in addition to the glimpse, she also had a piano, the floating violin of the ancient god of silk clothes.

As soon as her mind moved, the glimpse harp turned into a beam of light and flew into her sleeve, replacing it with a more quaint and delicate one.

The vast world, the boundless galaxy, the vast immortal road, hurriedly floating...... Qin Yue could only use the Fusheng Qin to play such an ethereal picture, and the sound attack technique that could have been easily accessed could not be used at all at this moment.

But it doesn't hurt either. Everyone present, including herself, was immersed in such a magnificent picture. The timbre and melody of the Fusheng Qin are different from the Glimpse, if the Glimpse Qin is a gentle and slow crying bird, the Fusheng Qin is a goshawk overlooking the heaven and earth. At this moment, Qin Yue is like a god who came from ancient times - indifference, calmness and compassion coexist, solemnity and reserve and restraint at the same time, majesty and dignity and gentleness.

It's not a sound attack, but it's better than a sound attack. The eyes of everyone present involuntarily moved with Qin Yue, looking at the smile on the corner of her mouth, looking at the aura floating around her, and looking at her soothing and dignified face.

They never knew that the Mo Ning Daojun who had become famous in the past was also a person who was good at music and rhythm.

Many years later, they will still talk about it. They may not say how dangerous the night was, how thrilling, how trapped in the secluded realm and unable to escape; But they will definitely mention that night of Mo Ning Daojun, why he was under the empty moonlight, independent of the landscape painting scroll, why he used a piano and a song to kill the demon cultivators in the southern region, why he relied on the realm of the god transformation period to fight with the ten great demons and returned with a big victory.

Qin Yue is also savoring this piano meaning. The melody of her hands was still unbroken, but her mind was wandering. As if hundreds of years had crossed in an instant, she saw the scene when she patiently made "Liuyun", and also remembered the state of the piano heart that she had comprehended in the past.

Then his mood changed suddenly, and he saw the chaotic situation at the beginning of Hongmeng and the beginning of heaven and earth. The groundbreaking scenes, the scenes of the two demon clans reproducing each other, appeared in front of her eyes one by one. Her eyes seemed to pass through a thousand landscapes, and finally turned into the clear moonlight and the deep blue sea in front of her.

Qin Yue vaguely felt that the piano in her hand could be thrown away, as long as she was willing, the rhythm and melody could be stored in her heart.

That's what it is...... The state of the piano heart. Qin Yue's heart gradually understood that the so-called heart of the qin is not the heart of the qin, but the heart of people. Only when there is a piano in the heart, and the piano in the hand and the piano in the heart become one, can we reach this realm.

Qin Yue slowly walked out of such a mysterious realm, Fu Yi in front of him looked dazed, stopped in mid-air and did not move, thought for a while, and then tried to pluck out a few tunes.

At this moment, she had comprehended the realm of the qin's heart, and the floating piano, which had not yet been able to play the sound attack, was now raising a sonorous and murderous tune.

Fu Yi suddenly raised his right hand.

Qin Yue's heart tightened, and he hurriedly brought his spiritual power to play the piano.

Fu Yi's right hand was clenched into a fist, and he unconsciously pressed his heart.

Qin Yue breathed a sigh of relief and continued to play endlessly.

Fui finally showed a somewhat pained look. (To be continued.) )